Now it is
summertime
and you...
well, you're to blame for the cold grass
the cold green triumphant grass
I see everything now
that rather lurid expression
on the new tomatoes
in a bright, more inquisitorial light

Whatever
it is you're looking for out there
our rock rolls round
in huge swaths of self-assertion
the garden you make is a form of denial
and world warns: don't just do somethingstand there...